Black clouds, hover above me,
Another day….mundane, this dreary
habitual existence awaits me

Coveted desires escape my grasp,
whispers fly, vaporised
in the frosty morning
breeze,

My tears become the ocean,
Smiles seldom warm
this disgruntled heart

Conflicted boundaries, surplus
burdens, boredom plagues me…

Stop! Enough now,

Wind, surges through me,
shakes me to the core,
arouses that forgotten spirit

I step up, reclaim my faith,

Head held high,
I am a big girl now… and big
girls don’t cry

like a raging fire, I must push
forward, rise up, reach out
into the unknown

to discover my calling….
to not settle for anything less
than butterflies



KT 06.08.08

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